THE ART GUYLove made you a much better person, Daisy realised.
Now, she was the sort of girl who spent the whole
of the next day helping her parents unpack the various boxes and bags they’d brought with them. It made her smile and giggle a lot, and it even induced her to play
board games with her little brother, even when he insisted everyone play
Monopoly for the fourth time in just two days.
The family togetherness lasted until Monday evening. “Pick me up at Dulcie’s
just after five,” Katrina said. “And then we’ll go and meet Kippy.”
Just as well she had Katrina organising her love
life for her. Kippy hadn’t said anything about meeting up again, and Daisy
didn’t yet remember her new phone number so that
she could force it on him.
She had her bicycle with her, but she walked
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